Eyelids [[flutter]] to a final close over the pair of faded blue eyes.There is a [[common saying]] about a [[butterfly]] flapping its wings and hundreds of miles away a [[tsunami|chaos]] will wash over and [[consume]] the nation of Japan.
How is it that such a small thing as a [[butterfly]] could cause such [[chaos]]?
Then again, I guess it is [[the little things]] that are the most [[unexpected]]."What is the most [[beautiful|chaos]] thing in the world to you?" She asked as she lay back in the grass.
The [[clouds|Heaven real]] carried slowly across the [[sky|Heaven real]] above, the [[sun]] shining as a [[darkness]] hung over in [[the distance]].There were screams, everywhere. [[People]] were running. [[Buildings were collapsing]] around us creating these huge [[dust clouds]]. I couldn't even see my [[hand|the little things]] in front of my face. Then everything went black.There's a pit inside that appears from time to time.
It'll be triggered by something or other, and it'll stick around for a while. It feels as though it's eating your insides and makes your chest feel tight and your stomach hurt.
Figuring out the [[cause|Credits]] may be easy.
Figuring out the solution to ridding you of its torment? That's the hard part.
[[It's all consuming.|sun]]E: //I would go into [[another room|Buildings were collapsing]] or something but I feel like that would only make things [[worse|darkness]] too.//
S: //I honestly don't have any [[advice|nuisance]] for you. I wish I did.//
E: //I know... I'm a mess. I'm sure I'm overreacting and overthinking. Everything. ...I hope. Because if not then i'm [[terrified|consume]].//
S: //It's okay to be a mess. But you can't keep making yourself [[sick|Credits]] with worry.//I never thought I could do this but he makes me believe. He [[inspires|sun]] something in me, sees something, and it has this...power, almost. I can't [[explain|true]] it."'What goes around comes around' ya know?"
"//But it doesn't always have to be that way!//"
"Maybe." [[He shrugged|unexpected]]. "Maybe it does. People do [[bad|chaos]] things, so they deserve what's coming to 'em. That seems pretty fair. The way of [[the world|the distance]] and all that.""But ya see, that's //exactly// what [[friends|true]] are for! Don't [[fret|darkness]] so much, alright? Everything's gonna be okay."//I'm afraid... I'm so afraid... I don't want to be completely [[undone...|Credits]]//
It's alright to be afraid. Be terrified even. It's letting that take over and control you that turns it around and makes it an out of control rollercoaster. Even if you don't end up being the one and only hero of the universe, stay strong and keep [[hope|Heaven real]] in your heart.Is [[Heaven real]]? What about Hell? Everyone believes different things and there are so many stories that it's really hard to tell what's actually [[true]] and what's just, I don't know, [[agenda-pushing|chaos]].What do you think, is it real? Is there an existance out there beyond our own?
Why does it matter? "What do you think?" There's so much about the world we live on that we don't even know and we've destroyed so much of it. So does it even matter what anyone //thinks//?
Science or religion, the fact of the matter is [[everyone dies|Credits]] at some point and their memories live on through those that love them and were impacted by them--touched by their presence, if you will--during their brief time on the planet.It's amazing how one little thing will bury so deep and stick with you. A comment, a song, a person, a feeling, and [[for better or worse|the little things]] it just [[remains inside|Heaven real]] you.I feel like [[I'm suffocating. I can't speak up.|the distance]] And even though I'm surrounded by people, it just feels so isolating.
[[How|unexpected]] can something so small become such a destructive force?
It's amazing what people can do, especially when emotions are put into play.Don't you just [[hate|darkness]] those gross little dust puffs that [[float|Heaven real]] around when you're cleaning? Ever breathed one of those suckers in and started choking? They're a real [[nuisance]], but what can ya do I guess, right? Gotta [[clean|sun]] or it'll all just get [[worse|nuisance]] anyway. There's no winning."Where were [[you|People]] on September 11, 2001?"Maybe. Maybe it just isn't my time. Maybe it isn't my place. It seeems like nothing ever goes right no matter how hard I try.
But that's just [[pointless|darkness]] to talk about even so.
It's that whole pity party "Why me?" whining crap. It doesn't matter anyway. Not really. It's just pathetic. I have to [[get over it|consume]].''Is it Over?''
^^Created by Mariah Gwin^^
^^Over too soon? Try a [[new path|Passing]].^^